Lesbotron
I met my friend, Angela, and her new lover out today for drinks and then lunch. In my opinion, this order of business is the CORRECT order to undertake when out with friends....drink, then eat. Angela, who called herself, The Angry Tumor Factory, appears to be free of cancer now that they carved out the upper lobe of her lung. She's now calling herself "theformerlyangrytumorfactory" crammed together just like that.
Today, we sat in a very elegant bar in a mucky-muck hotel and acted like
children. The bartender lady nearly lost her mind when my friends started
doing the Irish Step Dance which is something they created.
If you click on the fingers above, and you happen to have Quicktime loaded on your computer, you'll get a feel for what the bartender lady and I saw. If you do not yet have Quicktime on your computer, you can always go to Apple's site and download it.
In addition, my same crazy friend coined the term, Lesbotron, hence the name of this new anecdote. Tonight in email, I asked her exactly what the word "Lesbotron" means.
She responded, "It's a lesbian robot/automaton, you get the gist, Schnookalee!"
"Oh yeah, I dated ALL of them in this city," I said.
And oddly, she forgives me for writing in her Cancerland Blog book, "Gee, Angela, some people will do ANYTHING to get out of having dinner with friends." (Referring to her bout with this awful disease).
"Next time, why don't you just say you don't want to come with us?!"
The Finger Jig Dancin'
Angry Lesbian
07/14/07